distortednostalgia

He looked up and smiled at me. "I love you." He moved closer and caught my lips in his. He was no longer trembling from us having sex, but he was warm. Like, every vein in his body was on fire, and I know he wasn't that hot from the sex. He swung his leg over mine, straddling me and kissing me sweetly over and over again. These kisses were so unlike him, he was barely touching his lips to mine, his lips were quivering. I gently pushed him off as I sat up. He frowned and look confused. "I know you love me, and I know that I love you more." I said as I crawled over to him, his hands hugging me close again. "But what I don't know is why you'r

"Frank, are you serious?" Mikey said flatly as he stood next to me by my locker. "Yeah, I asked you this like, ten times already. C'mon please?!" I threw some books into the top bin in my locker then turned and faced him, and made my saddest puppy dog eyes. It never works on him, but hey, worth a try. "Ugh, why not at your house, why at ours?!" He complained as he stomped his feet. Two weeks passed since me and Gerard first started having our sexual desires. He kept begging me to let him give me a hand job, but I've had something else planned instead. "Well first, Linda always needs me to do something for her and I don't want this interru

I walked into art and sat down. I haven't seen Ray or Gee yet today. I was wearing Gerard's black 'Misfits' sweatshirt he lent me on Saturday, it smelt amazing. I've been sleeping in it since he gave it to me, I absolutely adored wearing his clothes. It just made me feel closer to him - emotionally and physically. The bell rang, and I heard laughing - it sounded like Gee and Ray. Mr. Streator wasn't here yet either. As I started to slowly turn around, someone put their hands over my eyes. "Guess who, Mr. Iero." The voice whispered seductively in my ear. I gasped, "Gee?" "Who?" He's so fucking deaf from band practice all the time. "Mike

My eyes opened slowly and I started to shiver. I wasn't outside anymore, I was lying in a bed. The room was dark, and the curtains were closed. The only light in the room was a small lamp on a messy end table right next to the bed. I looked around the room I was in and saw white walls with drawings and band posters. Then, I saw Gerard on a small ladder, thumb tacking his pictures up again. I yawned loudly and stretched to get his attention. He turned around and smiled at me. "Hey, sleepy head. You're finally awake." He said softly as he put his pictures down on the ladder and strolled over to his bed where I was laying. "Mhmmm, I am. Befor

"La, La, La, I can't hear you! LA LA LA!" I screamed in Mikey's face. My hands were cupped around my ears as I sang. "Frank-EEE! Stop being so immature!" Mikey whined as he tried to pull my hands off my head. "That's it…" Ray walked over and grabbed me from behind so I couldn't run. "Ray ray! I'm gonna burn your hair off if you don't let go!" I yelled as he grabbed my hands, and took them off of the sides of my head. I admit, I was being immature. I didn't want to hear them complaining about my attitude lately. "Now, drink your fucking tea, and don't worry about where the baby and the prostitute is." Mikey said as he put my huge can

Ray and Mikey were just messing with me, right? Someone say right. I was just Gerard's boy toy, his little plaything when he has no one else to turn to? No, they were just joking. Yeah, just a sick joke. It was now Wednesday. After Ray told me the true reason why Gerard came out, I was just stuck in denial. I mean, I still am. Ray and Mikey had both sides of the story now - Gee in love with the Bert - the fucking new kid, him being confused and upset for reasons I'm still not sure of, him kissing me because he loves me as a 'friend' so much  and me falling in love with him. I know they didn't mean to hurt me, but the pain when they told

"You better swear on your fucking life to not tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE!" I screamed. "Okay, okay, promise! Damn midget, you got strong!" Mikey yelped. I had him pinned to the floor underneath me, my hands were clutching his wrists and I was sitting on his stomach. "You swear?!" "I swear! Now please, I need to breathe!" I released his wrists and I got off of his stomach, he gasped for air as I basically rolled off of him. "Oh, come on Mikey. I'm not that fat." "Are you sure about that? God dammit Frank, you're tiny, but vicious. Never underestimating you, ever again." He said as he sat up to face me. It was Monday afternoon, I

 "Hey Frankie?" My boyfriend called to me from the kitchen of the house we shared. "Yeah, Mikey?" "Can you come here for a second? I need your help with something." I laughed, setting down the box of ornaments in my hand. I had been working on finishing up the decorations on our Christmas tree. "Fine, I'm coming." I walked into the kitchen and headed over to where Mikey was standing. "What do you even need help with? You're not doing anything!" Mikey giggled. I saw his eyes flick upward. I looked up too, seeing mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. When I looked back down at Mikey, he wrapped his arms around my neck and pressed